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DRM ov GBRL
I see a black figure standing at the end ov the tunnel, blurring closer every time I blink. I become dreadfully aware ov my captivity. I cannot move. I close my eyes. When I open them all light has been snuffed out, just like my voice. It’s pitch black when down from my window gently flows a waterfall ov moonlight. A figure appears. Sleek and elegant His body dances down like a shadow or silhouette front a disk ov soft amber light. Whispering in a stern voice;
Be not afraid.
The fear subsides when he speaks to me. Only in tongues do I understand his logos. Suddenly IAM freed from the chains ov thee Time SET.
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not dead yet.
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bad dream
I’m getting dragged through dirt and leaves. I can hear screaming but it doesn’t sound like my own. It sounds like water thrashing all around me. I can feel the coarse mud packing under my fingernails as I claw at the ground but it’s futile. He drowns me in there. I cannot break free. I woke up this morning at 3:56 am in the bathtub. Water running but the drain was open. There was dirt everywhere.
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spire dream
It’s dusk, I’m running through the forest, I cannot see my assailant. I am fleeing from an ever growing darkness behind me. Waning gibbous before me is my only source of illumination. I stumble, fall downhill, and the night grows darker. As I look up I see a makeshift spire of sticks and brush nine paces ahead. As I approach and circle it I notice a small door, veiled by a silky black cloth. Forgetting my assailant I push the veil aside and enter the spire. As I enter I feel her thousands of black hairs reaching down from the top, brushing gently against my naked body. I am suddenly revolted and fall back out of the spire in fear. I can now see Him. Cloaked in vanta down past his hooves. His head is bald and white as blank paper. He has three eyes, jet, and no mouth. His nostrils were two thin slits centered between all three eyes. The dread was so intense I woke up violently.
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